Tonight, I saw my mum cry,
because she sees my addict,
who cannot adapt,
to Any sober stride of life
even though I tried -
But
when she cried,
she was drunk past the eyes,
and falling everywhere
and it forced me hard to care
and I go into my bed
to ponder if what was said
will be recalled tomorrow
hungover with sorrow
Or
if it will disperse inside the atmosphere
and My Lies can finally be clear
only to me, In my head
to dispose of instead.
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